like the soft warm air
gently breezing by without a trace
our youthful day goes.
just let your body brush against it
feeling its golden warmth to the bones
embrace this moment fully
remember them without a regret
6.26.2023
Air
Tag: air
Bicycle
Pedaling on a blue bike, paean of breezy winds bumping along the road
Rumbling sounds of SUVs and pick up trucks passing by, rowdy kids jumping into the lake half naked
Roaring laughter fading away, riding down a long lonely road in between the animate and inanimate nature
Blazing through a carpet of gold laden by the bleeding yolk of the sunset
Rolling stone within the heart spins faster and faster, unleashing the monster hunkered for a thousand of years
Then — whirl — and — crash.
A reaper stands on the door expressionlessly peaking its bald skull over the door sill.
Like a dusky cloud on a simple summer night.
6.17.2020
Lotus
my head is dizzy, busy spinning and sprinting away from nauseating words, those sand dusts, buzzing with unctuous stickiness, dazzle my vision into twirls.
perhaps here is where we let things drop. Flopping the wet wings, rather, shedding them feathers away in swings, either, glide through the falling air hither, or cling onto tenuous roots of a heather.
3.27.2020
Crystals
Sun’s brightly shining high in the stratosphere,
whitening atmosphere all around the horizon.
bent over, towards the dirt and dust where I stand,
I found buddings, peculiar buddings.
I kneeled, crouched, and pushing my face an inch away from the
wholesome dirt, that fresh grocery smelly dirt,
and screened a pebble-like dirt that looked like a mountain.
I then saw a white crystals, shining like glaciers of nowhere,
shining as gloriously as the world’s theirs.
I marveled.
I blinked.
It was still there.
I stretched my trunk,
pushed the dirty-earth away from myself,
and got on my feet,
the earth-dirt-crystal safely far away from myself.
I took a breath in,
squinted at the sharp white sun above,
and then a dotted point on a horizon.
I let out my breath,
dragged my feet towards an endlessness,
leaving trails of white crystals.
3.23.2020
Roman
A sung sang in my heart
Unheard by many, perhaps to even myself
Breathing, one realize one’s lung is dancing
Air flows, passively, but powerfully
Seeping into each inches of the body, it’s consumed, taking control of them
Flowing from one piece to the other
But then again, how does one place differ from the other? Time? Space?
Ah well applaud for the smallest, for the minute tick appropriates the universe
Dancing around it seems, even when all seemed to have stopped.
7.11.2019
Humming bird
When the day is over,
Bittersweet and peaceful is the walk back home
Green brushes of tree leaves gracefully wave,
sparkling against sunlight
Gentle breeze caresses on an exhausted shoulders,
softening a tightened heart
As the sun warmly retires over horizon,
lanky shadows lay on this lonely street
A whiff of soft, fresh air of life
lifts up a spirit to delight.
6.26.2019
Ralph with Coffee 